Last week, Emma had the stomach flu. She finally ate a small meal on Sunday and returned to school Monday. Monday afternoon I ended up in bed with the electric blanket turned on high, even though I did all that laundry to try to avoid getting sick. It's been a rough week --kind of reminds me of being pregnant, actually. Sick to my stomach 24/7 and not enough energy to walk across a room.
Yesterday evening the college Board voted to impose their latest contract terms on us. I couldn't tell whether the sick feeling in my stomach was from the virus, or from the stress.
I know this is going to be a messy few weeks. I don't know, right now, if we'll actually vote to strike. There are 162 faculty members at this college, but only about 60 of them have been vocal enough to get a feel for where they stand. It's possible that the number of faculty who just want this to go away might be higher than the number who feel we're being mistreated.
Last night I dreamed that we'd passed over this episode --in my dream it wasn't clear how the contract had eventually turned out. Instead, I just remember feeling so relieved that at least the stress of the situation was now in the past. Unfortunately, I woke up.
I feel a sudden urge to learn how to meditate. Just in time, Emma made this zen garden. We need to find a little rake, to replace this doll house shovel, but then we'll be all set.